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Subject: {ASSM} Holy Holly 2 (MF, swap, religion)
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HOLY HOLLY 
By One Gallus

Part 2

The next day, I called my accountant.   I 
talked with him about the Forester's 
proposal and ask him if he would look into 
it.  

"How big will this investment be?" he 
asked.

"Mmm, probably around $200,000, maybe 
more."

"Fax me the papers and I'll look it over.  
It might be a week before I get back to 
you."

"That's fine."  I faxed the papers Holly 
had left with me. Then I fell into my 
class preparation for the next day.

On Wednesday afternoon, Edwin Forester 
called me.  "Ralph, Holly and I are 
driving down to Cincinnati on Friday 
afternoon.  We have a conference with the 
Religious Broadcasters Association.  I'm 
one of the speakers on Saturday.  Several 
potential investors will be there.  You 
could talk to them, if you wish.  I'd like 
for you and Barbara to attend with us."

"Well, I'll have to talk to Barb," I said.

"That'll be fine.  Ralph, please don't 
take this as high pressure.  It's just a 
part of what we all do to orient our 
investors."

"I understand.  I'll speak with Barb and 
we'll let you know.

"OK. If you decide to go, tell Barbara to 
let me know tonight at church.  I need to 
make reservations."

"Will do."

I put down the phone and sat down.  Again 
I pondered.  Am I being courted for my 
investment?  Yes, I thought, I am.  But 
that would not be so unusual.  Certainly 
corporations would lobby me for a six-
figure investment.  Likely, the Foresters 
think they can get more.  Sure, it's a 
natural thing.  Besides, I want to go to 
Cincinnati with them and being close to 
the plain-faced woman with the crook in 
her nose was not the least of my 
motivations.

Barb came in an hour later.  She worked a 
part time job at a religious book store in 
the mall, working odd hours.  But since 
was Wednesday evening, a church night for 
her, she was early.  We usually ate out at 
an inexpensive restaurant on Wednesdays, 
so within the hour, we found ourselves 
sitting across from one another at the 
closest Bob Evans Restaurant.  We had just 
ordered, of all things, a country 
breakfast at six-thirty in the evening. 

As the waitress turned away with our 
order, Barbara spoke, "Ralph, something 
came up that I'd like to do, but I'm not 
sure how you'll feel about it."

"Yes?"

"Well, Holly came into the bookstore 
today.  She spent a good deal of time with 
me talking about. Well, you know, about 
our sessions together."

"Indeed I do!" I smiled.

She reached across the table and took my 
hand.  She looked quite pretty tonight.  
For a woman in her forties with a grown 
daughter away at college, Barbara had kept 
herself trim, effortlessly.   She had 
always been thin, and the latter years had 
been kind to her, fleshing out the gaunt 
angles rather than adding excess.  I 
looked down at her hand and noticed her 
long fingers with the deep burnt orange-
colored nails.  The skin was slightly 
mottled and possessed that slight sheen 
that it didn't have in her younger years 
but she was still very much a vital woman.  
The discovery Holly had helped her make of 
her hidden sexuality boded well for our 
future.  She turned my hand over and began 
to rub the palm with her thumb as she 
talked.

"Well," she said, "Holly mentioned that 
she and Edwin were going to Cinci on 
Friday afternoon for a convention of 
religious broadcasters.  She said they go 
every year and that it would be a nice 
trip for us.  She said you might get a 
better idea of how religious broadcasting 
works. Edwin speaks on Saturday, but other 
than that, it can just be a nice outing 
for us."

I noticed two things.  Barbara spoke of 
"Edwin" and not of "Brother Forester."  
Also, I noticed that we had been double-
teamed.  Still, given the amount of 
potential capital involved, I shouldn't be 
surprised that they were courting us.

I sat looking at her thumb, rotating in my 
palm.  "I don't know," I said, as if I 
would possibly nix it.

"I mean," she said quietly, "I don't want 
you to think I'm putting pressure on you 
to get you into the church, or anything.  
You know, I've always felt that was a 
personal decision between you and the 
Lord."

"Well Barb," I said, putting on a doubtful 
frown, "doesn't it seem to you we're 
getting awfully involved socially with the 
Foresters?"

"Maybe.  But I think this has to do with 
the investment thing, mostly.  But, is 
that all bad, darling, you know, getting 
socially involved with them?"

"No, I suppose not.  We've had other 
people over from the church."

"Ralph, did you know that Edwin was called 
to the ministry when he was only twelve 
years old?" she smiled in wonderment.

"Really, how did you find that out?"  

"Holly told me.  They met at Oral Roberts 
University.  He had already been preaching 
for six years when he entered his freshman 
year." Her eyes were bright as she spoke.

"Oh, I guess that explains the twang in 
Holly's voice," I said.

"Yes, he's from Canton, Ohio, she's from 
Oklahoma City."

"Wow!  A culture clash!" I said, 
chuckling.

"Holly told me she was a year older," said 
Barb.

"Really?"

"She was in her sophomore year when he 
began.  She was a business major."

"I'll bet."

"I'll tell you a secret if you won't tell 
anyone," she said.

I looked into her oval face.  Everything 
about her was autumn; from her wavy brown 
hair, cut short and swept up, to her skin 
color.  Her hazel eyes sparkled 
conspiratorially.

"Tell me, baby, I love secrets." I said.

"She seduced Edwin," she giggled.

"Really?"

"Yes! They were assigned to canvas a 
neighborhood just before an Oral Roberts 
Revival.  They worked hard the first day.  
On the second day, she took him to the Red 
Roof Inn!"  She giggled again and moved 
her other thumb into my palm. 

"Didn't that bother them, I mean, being so 
religious and all?" I asked.

"It didn't seemed to.  Holly said it was 
the Lord working to move them together, to 
make them a team.  She said the Lord could 
bring good things out of bad things, just 
turn them inside out.  She said thousands 
of souls have been saved because she took 
that eighteen-year-old boy to bed.  They 
sneaked around for three years and finally 
married!"  Her face was aglow with 
excitement.

"And what do you think about that?"

"Well, the Lord moves in mysterious ways!" 
she said, her eyes on our hands.  After 
all, they did get married!" she smiled, 
glancing up at me, and then looking down 
again.  I knew this did not square with 
Barbara's original code of behavior.  
Since her sessions with Holly, she was 
cutting a lot of slack here.  In our own 
case Barb had insisted on retaining her 
virginity until our wedding night.  I had 
pressed her sorely, even had my fingers in 
her pubic hair on one occasion, but she 
resisted and pulled me away.

"It looks like you and Holly are almost 
best friends."

"Yes, it does doesn't it?" she said, 
finally holding my eyes.  "We can talk to 
each other about everything!  I've never 
had a friend like that before."

"Well, I must admit, you do seem to be a 
happier person since you met her."

Just then, the waitress set down our meal 
of sausage, gravy, eggs, biscuits and 
American fries.  We ate hungrily.

Afterward, we walked, hand in hand, to the 
car.  She said, "You never said what you 
thought about the weekend outing."

"Sounds fine to me, babe, if you want to 
do it."  Tell'em we'll plan on it, but I 
don't want to ride with them.  We may want 
to leave before they do.  Tell'em we'll 
drive our own car."



Edwin had booked a suite of three rooms at 
the Marriotte Hotel, just off Interstate 
75.  There were two large bedrooms and 
baths, with a living room separating the 
two. It was furnished elegantly, with 
tasteful Old World prints on the walls and 
a large folding screen with European 
peasant scenes painted on it. With my 
schoolteacher's mentality, I thought it 
all rather extravagant.  However, as we 
sat in the living room across the coffee 
table from each other, on our own matching 
couches, Edwin explained.  "The 
broadcasters are taking care of our rooms.  
They do this every year for the keynote 
speaker."

"But we're extra, I want to pay my part," 
I volunteered.

"Oh no!  They always provide a room for 
interested people from our church.  You 
are covered, don't worry about a thing!"

I had noticed that Edwin had simply signed 
the check for the sumptuous steak dinner 
we had enjoyed in the hotel restaurant.  I 
offered my credit card, but he declined, 
saying, "Oh no! You're covered, you're 
covered!"

The ladies both had gone into the 
Forester's room.  And we could hear them 
giggling like schoolgirls through the 
door.  I knew such elegance was novel to 
Barb and I was glad she could experience 
this diversion for a weekend.  I thought 
about the thousands of dollars that were 
being spent.  Yet, Forester had brought 
thousands of dollars into the coffers of 
these broadcasters.  He would probably 
bring more.  I supposed it was a fair 
exchange, the American way of business.

"Do we need to meet some people tonight?" 
I inquired.

"Ummm, not really." Forester said.  
"They're displaying their exhibits at the 
convention center tonight.  My work will 
primarily be tomorrow at eleven when I 
give my speech.  We can meet some 
investors afterward.  No, we'll stay right 
here tonight.  I think Holly has something 
special planned for us anyway."

I was not surprised that Holly had planned 
a surprise.  I had found out personally 
that she was full of them.  A moment 
later, the two women came out of the 
Foresters' bedroom.  They were each 
dressed, almost identically, in a strange 
overly long robe.  It was made of a 
neutral colored cotton material.  I would 
have said it was woven coarsely, like 
burlap, but when I touched the outsized 
sleeve of Barbara's robe, it felt quite 
soft.  Large soft cloths were draped over 
their shoulders, like shawls.  Barb's was 
a rust color and Holly's was a dark blue.  
They were both barefoot, their robes not 
quite covering their feet.  Barb's burnt 
orange toenails contrasted with Holly's 
colorless nails.  Barb seemed a little 
shy, almost embarrassed.  Holly moved with 
confidence and verve.  The women came to 
stand side by side between Edwin and I.  
Barb stood close to me, and Holly was near 
Edwin.  

Holly cleared her throat and said, 
"Tonight I want us to mark our friendship 
with a ritual.  But first, Barbara and I 
must prepare the room.  In your bedrooms, 
gentlemen, is your own attire for the 
night.  Please remove everything on your 
person.  Then you must wash your whole 
body.  Then you must dress in the hand-
sewn garments we have supplied to you.  Do 
you agree sister?" she asked, turning to 
Barbara.

"I agree," said Barbara nervously.

"Now, when you return, gentlemen, seat 
yourselves exactly where you are now.  Do 
you accept this offer of the Grace of 
Friendship?"

Edwin looked at me and grinned, shrugged 
his shoulders and said,  "I do."  Well, I 
reasoned, Holly had not disappointed me 
thus far. So I said, "I do."

In the bedroom I found a robe, very much 
like the robes the women were wearing, 
folded and laid on the bed.  I pulled my 
clothes off and showered in the bathroom, 
dried and came back to my room.  I opened 
my suitcase and absently picked out a tee 
shirt and boxer shorts, which I slipped 
on.  I put the robe on over them and tied 
the belt at the waist.  Then I remembered 
the restriction, "Dress in the hand sewn 
garments we have supplied you."  I removed 
the robe, stripped naked and seeing no 
hand-sewn underwear, put the robe over my 
bare skin.  In the floor, by the bed were 
sandals.  They were not the bulky sandals 
of today, but a mere concoction of leather 
soles with straps front and back and 
rawhide cords to tie them on.  I put them 
on and looked into the full-length mirror 
on the back of the door.  I looked like 
Charlton Heston's Moses from the neck 
down.  

I glanced at my watch on the dresser top.  
I had been in the bedroom for over fifteen 
minutes.  I turned out the light and 
cracked open the door.  The living room 
was very dim.  A kind of new age choral 
music filled the room but was barely 
audible. Otherwise there was silence.  I 
saw nothing of the women.  I made my way 
to the couch and sat down on the middle 
cushion, I could sense that the couches 
had been pushed back from one another a 
bit.  The coffee table had been moved to 
the side, along a wall and quite a number 
of candles flickered on it.   Edwin came 
through his doorway.  He sat, and we 
waited for almost five minutes.  I 
followed his example and did not speak.  
Then came a rustle and I knew the women 
were on the move.  They came out from 
behind the painted screen carrying large 
buckets.  As Barbara neared me she knelt 
and sat her bucket down in front of me, I 
could see it was made of thick wood and 
banded with metal rings, like an old-
fashion oaken bucket, but twice as large 
and not quite as high.  Barbara waited for 
Holly to stand, and when she did, they 
moved together, back behind the screen.  
They made two more trips and each time 
they carried with them a covered wooden 
vessel, which they placed before each of 
us, kneeling each time.  They had not 
spoken a word.  They both stood and 
brought the large colored cloths up over 
their heads.  Each was draped in such a 
way that it resembled a nun's habit.

Holly spoke, "Some of churches still 
practice in their services part of what we 
are about to do tonight, but we have never 
done so in our independent congregations.  
Our tradition is that it was not a church 
ordinance, but an act of hospitality and a 
symbol of humility and token friendship.  
My own family in Oklahoma practices this 
ritual among its members, even today.  
When a new, true friend comes into the 
family circle, he is welcomed with this 
ritual.  For us to welcome you this way, 
Ralph and Barbara, is a sincere emblem of 
friendship and shows our open hearts of 
love to you." The two women then turned to 
face each other.  "Now, I ask you, my 
sister, do you accept this gesture of love 
and friendship?"

"I do," said Barbara, almost in a whisper.

At that moment, I felt just a little silly 
and very much self-conscious.  However, in 
the spirit of good sportsmanship, I was 
willing to acquiesce for my wife's sake 
and for the sake of my burning curiosity 
about what Holly was up to.  

Then both women, who had been facing each 
other turned back toward us and knelt.  On 
their hands and knees, each slowly 
approached her husband.  Barbara bent over 
my right foot and removed my sandal.  Then 
she slid the large bucket up to me and 
placed my foot inside.  I looked across to 
the other couch and realized that Holly 
was doing the same with Edwin.  As I 
lowered my foot, I felt lukewarm water in 
the bottom.  Then Barbara retrieved 
another smaller wooden container and 
poured a few drops of some sort of oil 
into the water.  She pulled back the 
sleeves of her robe, baring her arms, and 
grasped my foot with both hands.  Then 
with her hands moving slowly in the oil 
and water, my wife washed my foot.  She 
washed the other one as well.  The 
sensation was wonderful and the ritual far 
too brief.  Then she removed the cloth 
from her head, and dried each foot and 
draped the cloth back over her head.  She 
replaced the covers on the vessels and 
backed away, then knelt again, waiting for 
Holly.   Holly then backed into her 
position by Barbara. 

Both women assumed the pose of prayer, 
with their heads bowed.  Holly spoke 
again: "Once, a great leader was once 
invited into a man's home.  But this 
common token of humility and friendship, 
which we here observe, was not offered to 
him.  However, a woman, who was an 
adulteress, came to him.  She came with a 
vessel of precious ointment.  She opened 
it and poured it on his feet and washed 
his feet with her hair.  She kissed his 
feet as she washed them.  Thus she made 
him her friend for life.  The leader said 
to her, `Your sins are forgiven.' And now, 
O men, we two women are sinners also.  We 
have nothing to bring to you but 
ourselves, and our desire to make you our 
friends.  For what ever offenses we have 
committed against you, we ask your 
forgiveness."  

I sat transfixed at the beauty of the 
ritual, and now, at its strange twist. 

Then she spoke her final words, "Do you 
grant this sincere petition?  Edwin?"

"I do."

"Ralph?"

The feeling of being manipulated passed 
over me but I said, "I do." 

Then, to my surprise, both women kissed 
each other on the lips.  Looking directly 
at Barbara, Holly said, "And now I ask you 
again, my sister, do you embrace this 
ritual of love and friendship with me?  

Very plainly I heard my wife take a deep 
breath, as if she were going to dive into 
a deep pool of water.  Then, barely above 
a whisper she said, "I do."

I had presumed that just here, Holly would 
utter a "whereas" speech and declare us 
all friends for life and that would be the 
end of the ritual.  However, Holly bent 
again to her hands and knees.  She slowly 
crossed in front of Barb heading toward 
me.  Then I watched as Barbara went on her 
hands and knees to Edwin.  Well, I 
thought, just like Holly to get a little 
touchy feely.  Frankly, till Barbara had 
washed my feet, I had not realized how 
sensuous such an experience could be. I 
sat anticipating the feel of this woman's 
fingers on my feet, when it occurred to me 
that similar vibrations had to be dancing 
around in Edwin's loins as well.   A 
sensation I can only describe as "oddness" 
swept through my body and my heart began 
to pound.

Holly looked up at me through the dimness 
where she knelt and smiled.  She lifted 
the hem of my robe and folded it back to 
my knees.  Then she spread the blue cloth 
in front of me, lifting each of my feet 
and arranging the cloth under them.  Then 
from the folds of her robe she took a 
small red lacquered bottle.  She removed 
the cork from its long neck, and took one 
of my feet in her hand.  Then she poured 
the oil over the top of my foot, and a 
wonderful herbal aroma rose in the room.  
I felt the thick oil slowly creep down the 
top of my foot and into the crevices 
between my toes.  Then Holly sat the 
bottle aside and began to massage my foot 
with both her hands.  She ran a slick 
finger between each toe.  Then she stooped 
low and kissed the toes.  Holly looked up 
and me and smiled, her lips shining with 
the oil. I sat open-mouthed and breathing 
hard.  Then Holly stooped again, this time 
pulling her hair forward and rubbing it 
against my foot.  Then she showered it 
with kisses it again. 

She poured oil into her hand, then lifted 
the foot so the sole was at eye level with 
her lowered head, and rubbed the oil onto 
my sole.  Then she washed the sole with 
her hair.  Each movement was deliberate, 
flowing into the next. It was a true 
ritual, not a spontaneous game.  Then she 
began licking my foot, and kissing it.  By 
now, I was caught up in the sensuality of 
the whole scene.  I knew what was going on 
across the room, and realized that Holly 
had somehow instructed my wife in this 
whole ceremony but by then I either didn't 
care, or could not then bring myself to 
look at what she was doing with another 
man.  My heart was thudding even louder as 
Holly started on the other foot, repeating 
the same ritual.  Her tongue darted 
between my toes then her mouth engulfed my 
toes, sucking them lazily and slowly.  At 
the same time she ran her hands up the 
length of my calf, massaging as she went.  
Now she lay both my feet down and began 
massaging up my calves, finally kneading 
my lower thighs, just above the knee.  I 
shielded a considerable erection with my 
hands over the robe, pressing down.  

Holly smiled at me again and said, "Ralph, 
Edwin has refused to take offense against 
me during this ritual.  Do you also 
refused to take offense against your 
wife?"  She spread open my robe, which 
gaped all the way up to my hand, which was 
clamped over my penis. 

I took a deep breath, wanting Holly to 
continue.  "I already said I would, 
Holly." My voice was shaking.

"But if you cannot, I will end the ritual 
now.  I can stop it, and I will stop it!" 
she whispered in a husky voice. Her hands 
had stopped their movement and rested on 
my thighs.  

I looked over at my wife.  She was 
massaging Edwin's leg.  She bent low and 
with a flicking tongue, licked the length 
of his calf, from the foot to the knee.  
The naked soles of Barbara's white narrow 
feet caught what little light was 
flickering in the room.  As she licked his 
leg, her toes contracted, then relaxed 
themselves. Her robe-covered ass was 
twitching with each stroke of her tongue.  

"But Holly," I said looking at her, "Is 
this all right with Barbara?" I asked.

"She has already pledged to refuse 
offense, you heard her.  But, Ralph, does 
she look as though this is not all right 
with her?"

"No," I said in resignation. "She is 
enjoying your husband," 

"As I am enjoying her husband," she said. 
"You are my friend and I love you.  Edwin 
loves you.  Can you bring yourself to 
return that love?"

"God, I want to, Holly."

"Then, you don't want me to end it?  
She'll do whatever I tell her."

"No, don't stop it, Holly."

"Move your hand."

I moved my hands to my sides and Holly 
opened my robe, untying the belt.  My cock 
was as hard and long as it ever had been 
in my youth.

"Oh my, Ralph!  You are beautiful to me."  
She spread my legs, moved in close and 
lowered her head over my penis, enclosing 
me in her sensuous wet mouth. 

"Ummm" she cooed as she bobbed her red 
curly head.

My eyes drifted again to my wife and her 
pastor.  Barbara had learned fellatio well 
on Holly's thumb and then my cock.  Now 
she was using her expertise on someone 
else.   Edwin's head was thrown back and 
at an angle.  He was in some kind of 
heaven of his own, just as I was.  

Holly pulled at my hips, and I slid 
forward in response.  She lifted my balls 
and licked them, sucking each one into her 
mouth in turn.   I had the feeling now 
that I might be getting something that 
Barb had not yet learned to do.  Then 
Holly pushed my scrotum all the way up 
against me and rooted around the area 
between it and my rectum.  When her tongue 
entered my anus, I sighed.  

I looked again across the room and saw my 
naked wife's legs splayed out over Edwin.  
With my eyes, I traced the vertebrae that 
showed through the skin of her back and 
remembered its feel when I ran my fingers 
along her spine.  Edwin's hands were 
cupped on either cheek of Barbara's ass.  
I could see his penis glistening as she 
pulled up from him, then watched it 
disappear as she buried him again, deep 
into her body.

Holly's face turned up toward me again, 
smiling. She held my cock to her cheek 
rubbing its moisture there.  She took a 
great breath and exhaled.  Then she turned 
to look across the room.  "Ohhh, Ralph, I 
want to watch this with you!"

At first, I was a bit disappointed, 
thinking she was going to leave my penis 
unattended to sit beside me and watch the 
spectacle.  Instead, she stood in front of 
me and disrobed.  She characteristically 
cocked her head to the side and puckered 
her lips, striking a pose.  I could see 
the patch of red at her center in the 
candlelight.  "You are lovely Holly, 
absolutely lovely." 

"Here I come baby," she said, "taking the 
plunge!"  She turned around, backed up, 
and jutted her ass close to my face in a 
slow gyration.  I marveled at the naked 
beauty of her wide hips and plump bottom.  
Then she spread open her crevice and 
descended on my cock, inserting it an inch 
into her pussy.  She moved in a slow 
rotation, then drove herself down, 
directly over me. A loud sigh escaped her 
lips. Then as she raised her body to fuck, 
the heat and wetness of her pussy sucked 
at me.  This movement she repeated rapidly 
several times, then she slowed.  I looked 
to see her gazing at her husband who was 
now moaning and stabbing himself upward, 
into my wife.  

"Yes, baby, go!  Go Barb!" Holly cheered 
in a hoarse voice.  Barb turned her eyes 
toward us, and smiled, then turned back to 
her pleasure.  As we watched them, I could 
hear Holly, under her breath utter, "Fuck, 
Edwin! Fuck her, baby!"  Then she watched 
in silence, except for her labored 
breathing.  However, she never stopped 
squirming on my cock.  Inside her, I felt 
some kind of fleshy nub bumping against me 
as she rotated and pressed.  My palm 
played first at her navel, then at hr 
pubis.

Barb and Edwin's movements increased.  
Barb gripped the back of their couch and 
pounded away, strengthening her impact 
each time.  Then I heard my wife grunt in 
sharp ecstasy, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" each "Uh" 
punctuated by a thrust of her hips.  Then 
finally came a long sustained "Ahhhhhh," 
from somewhere deep inside her.  Almost 
immediately, Edwin fell into a furious 
assault, hammering Barbara with lunges 
from below.  "Oh God, help me!" he called 
out, then he arched his quivering body and 
uttered something guttural and 
unintelligible.  He held himself there for 
a moment, then lowered himself from 
Barbara's body, and she collapsed on him, 
panting loudly.  

While we had been watching our mates, 
Holly was content to pivot her plump ass 
slowly, helping my penis feel each wet, 
velvety inch of her vagina.  I loved the 
strange broad press of naked ass against 
my lap and belly, a marked change from 
Barbara's narrow hips.  Now Holly came off 
me, turned around and put her lips to my 
ear.  "Lay down in the floor, Ralph, let's 
show them how to do it."

I obeyed and watched in wonder a second 
time the spectacle of Holly's red pussy 
descending on my cock, this time from the 
front.  She folded her knees under her, 
enabling her ass to literally bounce 
against me as she began to thrust.  I 
turned my head to the side and saw that 
Barb was now leaning against Edwin's 
chest, relaxing and watching, trance-like.  
Her hand held Edwin's shrunken cock and 
she stroked it slowly.  

I held Barbara's eyes as Holly increased 
her fervor and my pelvis began to meet 
hers in hard collisions.  My semen 
gathered quickly then, and launched itself 
up into the belly of the other man's wife 
leaving utter pleasure in its wake. I must 
have roared as Holly kept on beating 
against me, close to her own orgasm.  
Finally, before I could bring my own 
groans to an end, Holly erupted with a 
muffled scream.  Then she sat up and 
ground her ass into me and threw her head 
back and sobbed,  "God in heaven! God in 
heaven!  It's so good!"  

My hands went to her breasts and massaged 
them until her breathing evened out.   She 
unfolded her legs, sat on my belly and 
leaned back on my flexed legs and relaxed.



Our couplings broke up in silence.  Each 
man put an arm around his own wife and 
each couple went to their own room.  In 
our large shower, both Barb and I stood in 
each other's arms, letting the hot water 
engulf us.  We remained silent, but we 
kissed and fondled constantly, washing 
each other all over.  We slept chest to 
chest that night, feeling each other's 
breath on our faces.  In the dark morning 
hours, the embrace loosened.  Now, as dawn 
broke, I found myself on my back and 
Barbara on her side.  Her head was on my 
shoulder.  A breast pressed against my 
chest, her leg was flexing across my hips, 
moving against my penis.  

I turned to her.  "How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful, how do you feel?"

"Fine.  What do you think?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Could you do it again?  In the future, 
with them, I mean?"

"I think so, but not too soon."

"What do you think about this. this 
ritual?" I asked.

"I think it was a sex game," she said.

"For you?"

"And for her and Edwin, and probably for 
you too, right?"

"Yes.  Did you like it?"

"Yes, did you?"

"Yes."

We lay and thought.

"How will you feel about going to church 
now, seeing and hearing them every 
Sunday?"  I asked.

"I'm not going anymore."

"Really?"

"Yes, I can see now what they really are, 
what they really want."  She was silent a 
moment.  I think I'll just be like you."

"Really? Like me?"  

"Yes," she said, hugging me and lightly 
kissing my cheek.

Another minute passed in silence.

"Barb?"

"Yes."

"Did you really learn to suck cock on her 
thumb?"

"Yes!" she giggled softly, "How did you 
know?"

"She told me."

Barb raised herself on her elbow.  "When?"

"Uhhh, last Wednesday, in her office."

"Ralph," she said punching me in the ribs, 
"Had you fucked her already?"

"I did not!   Had you already fucked 
Edwin?"

"No, but I came close."

"Really, when?"

"Well first, you know that night he was 
helping me in the kitchen?

"Yes?"

"Well, he kissed me several times and felt 
me up. He even had his penis out and made 
me play with him."

"Really?"

She hesitated.  "No, that's not completely 
true. He really didn't have to make me," 
she grinned.   "But the close time came 
before, when Holly was coaching me.   I 
was alone with her and she had me on my 
knees front of her.  She'd slid forward on 
her couch and had her fist on top of her. 
on top of her pussy, and I was sucking on 
her thumb." She giggled.  "Gee, it seems 
hilarious when I talk about it!"

"Yeah, but it must have been exciting."

"Yes it was.  She was moving her fist 
around on her pussy, getting pretty worked 
up," said Barb.

"Yeah?"

"And I was getting worked up too."

"I can understand that."

"Well, all of a sudden, she jerked her 
thumb from my mouth and pushed my face 
down into her pussy."  Barb laughed again.

"Really?"

"Yes! Well, she still had her panties on 
and I had my mouth on them."

"Yeah?"

"Then she said, `Wait Barb,' and made me 
lean back.  Then she pulled her panties 
off."

"What did you do then?"  

"I sucked her off!" she said, leaning on 
her elbow and squeezing my hardening cock.  
"She came over and over! That's the reason 
I wanted you to suck me off that day!" 

But, what's this about almost fucking 
Edwin?"

"Oh!  He barged in on us!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes!  Holly had already come once, and we 
were already going at it again.  Suddenly 
he just walked in!  I was startled and 
tried to get up.  Holly pulled me back and 
said, `Don't you dare stop now!'"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I went back to doing what I was 
doing and Edwin just stood there 
watching."

"Yes?"

"Then I got lost in her pussy again and I 
forgot all about him.  Before I knew it, 
Edwin was at my ass, lifting my skirt. 
Then I felt his penis against me, and I 
jumped."

"You did?"

"Yes, it startled Holly too and she said, 
`Not now Edwin, not now!'"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he left the room and I finished up 
Holly."  

"So she liked it?"

"So much so I couldn't wait for you to do 
it to me!"

I kissed her. "Well, how did you like 
doing it to her?"

"I loved it!  You should try it some 
time," she said.

"Humm, maybe I will.  Why didn't you let 
her do you?"

Barbara though a moment.  "I don't know, 
why don't I try it sometime?" We laughed.  

"But, you know," I said, "if you quit 
their church, they may not want to 
continue the friendship."

"Fuck'em then," she said, grinning.  I 
laughed to hear Barbara say that.

"Right, fuck'em!" I seconded.

"What are you gonna do about the 
investment?"

"I'm not going to invest anything."

She grinned and cocked her head, "Really?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said, "How much do 
you think this week-end cost?"

"Beats me, six or eight hundred dollars?  
But they didn't pay it."

"I know, but I enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes," she smiled.

"And, let's face it, Barb, Holly did help 
us, didn't she?"

"Yes!" she said, and kissed me again.  "I 
love you sweetheart, I'm so happy you're 
happy!"

"Likewise, babe.  I crossed my hands 
behind my head.  "But how much has all 
this been worth?"

"It's priceless!"

"That's true.  To us, it's priceless."

"To them?" she asked.

"Who knows?" I said.  "It was a game, just 
like you said."  

"I'll be happy with whatever you decide, 
darling," she said, "But, don't forget, 
they won't be getting our tithe anymore."

"Let's go home," I said.

"Let's go."

We packed and tiptoed through the living 
room.  They had left their bedroom door 
open and we could see Holly in bed, on her 
stomach, her ass smiling in the morning 
light. Barb and I grinned at each other. 

By the door, there was a lamp table.  On 
it I noticed a file folder with a Bible 
resting on top of it.  I opened the Bible 
and slipped a folded sheet of hotel 
stationary between its pages.  On the 
sheet I had written this note:  "Dear 
friends.  Thanks for a wonderful time.   
Sorry, there will be no investment.  
However, please accept this donation and 
our gratitude for your friendship."  
Inside the folded note I had placed a 
check for five thousand dollars.  Barbara 
and I were back in Toledo in five hours.

The End

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